I didn't mean to blame you.
Seeing that Chen Qian remained silent, Ding Yi quickly added, "I... although it's a bit of a pity that you can't go to a martial arts university like me, it's okay, a liberal arts university is fine too."
"What if you become a powerful expert in the mountains and seas in the future, while I am just an ordinary person who just lazes around and waits to die? You won't look down on me then?" Shen Qian said with a smile.
Ding Yi remained silent.
Shen Qian also realized that his words seemed too ambiguous. Although Ding Yi seemed very bold on the day they said goodbye, that was only the case for that day. After that, the two of them were very restrained in their daily conversations.
Just as Shen Qian was about to change the subject, Ding Yi spoke up. His voice was soft, but firm enough to penetrate the signal, "I will still help you in the future."
"Don't listen to their nonsense. How could I possibly study humanities? I'm going to Beiwu to sleep with your man!" Shen Qian chuckled.
"Pah, you never say a serious word, you scoundrel, I'm ignoring you!" Ding Yi blushed, a rare occurrence for him, and hurriedly hung up the phone.
As for Shen Qian's claim about going to Beiwu, she clearly didn't believe a single word he said.
Reflecting on their conversation, he chuckled for a while before heading to the rooftop, activating his auto-play mode, and engaging in his daily weightlifting routine.
Two hours later, Shen Qian, who had regained consciousness, looked at the AFK log and frowned slightly.
His training efficiency is plummeting...
It's been especially noticeable in the last few days.
The reason was already guessed before, which means he was very close to that threshold.
The threshold for becoming a near-martial artist!
This is such a dilemma...
Should one pursue the true limits and become a superhuman quasi-martial artist, a position that sounds prestigious?
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